In the fading twilight, the old stream whispered stories of forgotten echoes. Every ripple a testament to moments suspended in time, moments the world had let slip through its fingers.
Sarah knelt beside the water, her fingertips grazing its surface, aiming to catch a secret submerged below. She had heard tales of hidden streams that held the memories of the universe, weaving through the woods like threads in an ancient tapestry.
The first breath escaped her lips, then a second; she counted the space between heartbeats. Each pause hung heavy, fragile, cradling the silence with a hushed reverence.
"Do you remember us?" a voice whispered, barely a breath, drifting like smoke in the dusk. Trembling, she turned, seeking the source in the growing shadows.
Do you understand what it means when the stars weep? The thought echoed, rich with a sadness that felt familiar, as if it were an old friend whose face she had yet to see.
Wander into the Unseen Beneath the Whispering Canopy